living on pins and needles

Midweek Assessment

Sunday night: Greatest Husband arrives home from his weekend race, tired, not happy with his race, but happy to come home to a fire blazing in the fireplace, dinner on the stove and an old Spencer Tracy movie the super bowl on the TV.

Later Sunday night: GH checks the state website for race results and discovers he won a SILVER medal in his 42k race and age group. I tell him he has proven his worth once again even though my love is not performance-based.

I forgot to add the part about ripping off one-quarter of my fingernail while cleaning and repairing the heated birdbath. Like they even deserve it, those fickle urban seed sluts. Still throbbing, but I can knit!

Three kids easily trump dishwasher parts and a computer virus, but I’m telling you, BG, . . . oh, nevermind. I’ll save it for when I see you IN PERSON.

I think it was a cursed week all around. I’m a longtime threadingwater fan but first-time thread-adder. For what it’s worth, things were kind of lousy in St. Louis, too. Good thing I don’t knit or I’d probably have poked someone in a place I oughtn’t have. Trying to pull the spirits up by their bootstraps this weekend.